As mentioned in the past post, time itself can assume different qualities, be subject to different means of measurement.
How what would appear in a dentists chair to be, reasonably, twenty minutes to half an hour, could, upon checking with one's timepiece, have been a mere matter of five minutes, or a monumental forty-five.
Is it not then a possibility that time itself, while loosly bound by mechanical means for the sake of punctuailty, is in reality nothing more than an experience defined; an event, not truely bound by seconds, the movements of arm around a circle, or the measured ticking of a metronome, but by events, our preception of them, and the depth of our involvement in them.
Lets take an example most could relate to. Aologies in advance to those who do not.
When a man, or a woman, feel this abstract atraction we have named' love', time can assume astounding properties. Time 'apart' is endless, agonizing (and this ability of 'time' to assume or perhaps even cause human response will be spoken of later), and an enemy. It becomes something to be endured. Yet time 'together' is momentary, fleeting, speeding with alarming acceleration towards the point it once again becomes 'apart'.
Now this couple finds themselves paired, and are now spending most of their time together. Time is a friend, affording them moments shared and stored for future reference (again, the recurrance of 'time' will be addressed eventually). Time is of the essence to this pair now, for with the gift of sharing it together, comes the knowledge it will end.
Now this should in no way diminish the 'friendship' of time for tbhis pair, for in the natural passage of this 'time', comes a certain contentment with the knowledge it will come to a stop. Some believe it merely begins again, and is endless, and this also is perhaps true of this essence within us.
We ourselves are time. were we not here, time would be meaningless. The concept that it, time, would end, simply because this organism does, is perhaps along the lines of believing the earth ends when an insect passes on after feeling the pressure of a size twelve Rockport climbing boot.